IBADAT- Love Reincarnated, PART 8

IBADAT

Love Reincarnated

PART 8

The gates were huge n it would be a lie if she said that her palace like future house wasn’t impressing, it was totally mind blowing. Although she had came here with the idea of living with Maan from now on until things got better, she felt little disappointed because it was not the way she wanted to come here. She wanted to live here after all the rituals, after getting married to her love, after getting sure that her dream man loved her as much as she loved him.

Anyways showing her KC employee ID to the guard she entered KM. She was contradicting her dreams but was not regretful, until she was going to be with him n make sure he was all safe n sound she was happy.

A man looked at her bags suspiciously while she stood in middle of the lavish hall.

Er... I want to meet Maan Sir.

N may I know who are you?

Sure.. I am Geet Handa. I work in KC. She chirruped friendly.

Maan Sir doesn’t live here. Nakul informed in a bored tone.

What? Geet asked shocked, Pari had clearly told her that Maan lived here.

He lives in the outhouse.

Huh? Aaa...Oh Okay I’ll go n meet him there then.

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She reached the outhouse though Nakul didn’t accompanied her, he gave the directions. As she climbed the stairs her pulse quickened. Something was wrong or maybe it was the dark surrounding of the outhouse completely opposing that of the brightly lit Mansion. The rooms on ground floor were closed so decided to check upstairs.

Following the light she reached the end of the corridor. Her eyes became wide as she looked at the figure sitting on the floor, his head bent down n breathing rugged as if just ran a marathon. She actually felt scared as she moved closer to the man.

She sat in front of him not able to utter a single word it felt like her throat was choked. His face came into vision n though from the starting she knew who he was, she didn’t recognise him. He looked torn, tired n totally defeated. And at that moment Geet wondered what he did to deserve so much of pain. Why was he like this? Her vision was unclear due to the tears but it did nothing to blur the red marks all over his body n the bleeding knuckles.

Her throat was blocked n no words came out despite of the many things she had to say, to ask.

Maan Sir. It was her voice shaky n broken which made Maan lift his head n realise he had company.

Good! Now I have started imagining her as well. He thought to himself.

She placed her hand on his arm n he flinched because of the pain caused. Geet instantly pulled her hand back afraid she had hurt him when he was already hurt from head to toe, from brain to heart.

I... I am sorry. She whimpered while tears hung at the corner of her eyes.

Maan squinted his eyes, confusion etched all over him. Was she actually going to cry when he was the one injured?

Kaise karu baya tere har dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe,
Gam hai tujhe, tanhaa hai tu
Lekin khud ko mat de saza kyuki chot hai tujhe
par dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe

What are you doin-

Where is the first aid box? Geet asked collecting herself n wasting no more time.

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He stayed mum while she dressed his wound. Although his whole body was injured but the knuckles were worst there were small pointed spikes from broken wooden planks in his skin. It was necessary to remove them n clean the skin to avoid infection n no matter how much she tried to stay in control her hands didn't stop shivering while at it because she knew it must be hurting as hell.

Apart from all that there was a bunch of questions she had in mind still she didn't asked or said anything the last thing she wanted right now was inflicted more pain upon him so she simply decided to dress his wounds. She wanted him to answer her questions himself when he trusted her enough.

Maan on other hand just looked at her confused n amazed. Her hands were shaking; god knows why but she was giving him shivers with her touch. Despite that he felt calm n relaxed now which was strange perhaps it was just the after results of the vigorous exercise he had had.

Busy in dodging her touch n questioning eyes he didn’t utter a single word but at last he had to.

So what’s brings you here?

Your safety. She said in her mind. God forbid how much more damage he would have done to himself if she wouldn’t have reached on time. But now she would have to give a valid reason for her visit plus future stay n it was going to be difficult.

Ahem... I was thinking if I could live with you I mean here. I mean if I could live here with you. Without giving a break she continued. Wo my land lady kicked me out n I don’t know anyone else here who could help me. She tried to form the most miserable expression on her face.

Maan raised his brow n she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking of her as some gold digger who had glued to him like fevicol. Hell! She didn’t care. He was danger to himself n she was disaster management. Right?

So... Can I stay here? She asked hopefully.

Yeah... You can stay in mansion. He said with a shrug. No one lived there n he was least bothered about who was going to.

Shit! What was the use of living there when she can’t keep an eye on him? NOO. She almost screamed. It would be so weird, the owner living in outhouse n guest in Mansion. She laughed awkwardly.

Maan took in a deep breath. So you want me to shift there so you could live here. No way he wanted to go in that mansion it reminded him all bad things.

Shit! Again. No... She once more said. I will freak out alone in here. Which was in a way correct, she didn’t wanted to live in this scary outhouse all be herself.

I have an idea. You live where you are. Upstairs, right? N I will take some room downstairs. She suggested as it was the most intelligent thought ever.

He sighed. As you wish, if its matter of few days. Tired by everything he started leaving for his room.

Yay....!!! She did a virtual dance in mind at her success. Ask me if you need anything. She said from behind.

God! The peculiar girl, asking him to tell her if he needed anything in his own house.

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Next morning he came down to have breakfast n to his utter surprise found Geet serving.

Why are you doing all this? Where is Nakul? Maan asked.

Araam kar rahe hai wo.. She said n started laughing at his funny incredulous reaction. Somehow controlling herself she informed. Nai actually maine unhe kaha k mai khud kar lungi.

He sat down n Geet served him aalo k parathe loaded with oil.

Where is my toast? Maan asked for his standard breakfast.

Wo bhi kuch khane ki cheez hai. Breakfast is most important meal of the day so you should eat something healthy.

N you think this is healthy? He asked eyeing the parathe dipped in exceptional quantity of oil.

Haan.. OK itne healthy nai hai but desi hai so it’s good at least it’s better than your toast.

But Nakul never made parathe before.

Yeh maine banaye hai. Geet said proudly, munching her food.

You? Why? He asked again shocked.

Because I wanted you to eat the food cooked by me. She answered honestly looking directly into his eyes.

Her answers always gave rise to new questions so he diverted his gaze n dropped the subject.

How is it?? She asked expectantly.

Hmm tasty... He said genuinely. It didn’t taste out of the world but it carried the essence of home n he was eating something of this sort after ages. His mom used to cook these dishes, after her death no one was left to take care of him. Now was the question was ‘Why was Geet doing all this?’ ‘What was her ulterior motive behind all this?’ He didn’t have anything left with him even this mansion was mortgaged. ‘So why was she here?’

I knew you would like it. Her words brought him back to the real world. By the way how are your wounds now?

Fine, anyways these types of wounds don't hurt me. He had so many internal injuries that no physical wound could give him pain anymore.

And last night the inner pain was so empowering that he wanted to defeat it. He wanted to feel something bigger, something more painful. He wanted to forget the miseries of his life through physical fatigue n ache while the outlandish feelings he was having towards the girl in front of him didn’t help either. All this led him to do what he did n truthfully he had no regrets either. It was Geet who came n treated him otherwise who knew he would have gone for more or would have slept without treating himself.

Geet on finding the conversation moving towards the sad mode, tried to change the topic.

Who is she? She asked pointing towards a photo of an elegant old lady.

My Dadimaa, she is no more. She left me a month ago. The loss on his face for unbareable for her but Geet wondered about his choice of words. Why he always regarded happening of every event against himself only?

She died Maan sir but she never left you. She stated keeping an assuring hand over his. She will always be with you. Her love n memories will always be by your side.

Maan listened to her with amazement. Despite the childishness, she sometimes talked so deep, it surprised him that this mature Geet was the same girl who said she loved him without thinking on their first meeting itself.

Maan Sir... Geet called him when he seemed lost in thoughts, after being sure she had his attention, started. You won’t mind if I told you something?

Like you will listen if I said no.

Of course. Geet said with frown. Your word means everything. I will never do something you don’t want. It hurt that he thought like that about her, why would he think she wouldn’t listen to him?

Maan actually held her hand when she started leaving. He didn’t mean to offend her.

I was just kidding. He looked at her with an amused expression when she blushed for no reason whatsoever n sat down quietly.

It was the first time Maan held her hand n it gave her shudders she couldn’t help the blush while her stomach fluttered, it felt so so good. His single touch had that much control over her; it was enough to make her forget that she felt hurt just moments ago.

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